Kap is the very first D&D character I ever made. I was about 10 when I created her, so she was originally not a very fleshed out self-insert, but she's developed more of a personality since then. Kind of feral and anti-social forest guardian. They're happy to let her sister handle the politics of running their small settlement. If you're not talking about bows or forestry, don't bother talking to them.
Aphrodōros child of Acis (Aph) | they/he | Pathfinder 1e | bard who's totally human don't worry about it :)
Aph is my character from a long-running fantasy Ancient Greece pathfinder game with my parents' household. They're supernaturally charming, with manipulative tendencies barely held in check by the desperate need to be seen as a hero. Secretly a changeling, which in Pathfinder means the child of a hag - Aph was adopted through the classic fairytale method of "naked weeping lady in the middle of the ocean hands her infant to an old fisherman and the storm miraculously clears up". Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.
Every time I start a new skyrim load order I'm like surely I can make a different character and every time I'm like "orrr I could play Sritthi again!" I came up with him originally bc I wanted to play the Dark Brotherhood plotline without making a straight-up evil character, and then he stuck. Grew up on the docks of Windhelm, slit his abusive father's throat in the dead of night and hitched a ride with the Khajiit to warmer waters, went feral and lived like an alligator for several years in the Lake Geir to Lake Honrich watershed, got mauled by a bear and taken in by a hunter and her alchemist wife who slowly brought him back into society. Lives by hunter ethics: kill quickly and cleanly, minimize pain. Eventually took over the Dark Brotherhood to ensure that the best killers for hire would play by those rules.
Aster Mayfield | she/they | D&D 5e | minotaur paladin
Another long-running household game, this one set on an isolated space station that has been cut off from Earth for so long it has developed its own machine gods. Aster became a Weaver (magically-gifted station staff that solve Problems but also have the equivalent of magic radiation poisoning) after an accident that killed her sister when she was about 14. (This is also what turned her into a minotaur - you think normal puberty is hard? try going through the wrong puberty and growing way more facial hair than any 14 year old should have.) Big buff transbian butch, massive survivor's guilt and martyr complex, will protect you or die trying. Paladin of Magi, the eldritch station god of the warp engines.
Originally from a Fate homebrew set in a cyberpunk future of capitalist hellscape Seattle, Fen is a deadpan crustpunk android just trying to survive. Disassembled and thrown out after it "failed" to find the doomsday device it was supposed to scour the bottom of the ocean for, some dumpster-diving tinkerer reassembled it for fun and now it does what it can to help out.
Kap is the very first D&D character I ever made. I was about 10 when I created her, so she was originally not a very fleshed out self-insert, but she's developed more of a personality since then. Kind of feral and anti-social forest guardian. They're happy to let her sister handle the politics of running their small settlement. If you're not talking about bows or forestry, don't bother talking to them.
Aphrodōros child of Acis (Aph) | they/he | Pathfinder 1e | bard who's totally human don't worry about it :)
Aph is my character from a long-running fantasy Ancient Greece pathfinder game with my parents' household. They're supernaturally charming, with manipulative tendencies barely held in check by the desperate need to be seen as a hero. Secretly a changeling, which in Pathfinder means the child of a hag - Aph was adopted through the classic fairytale method of "naked weeping lady in the middle of the ocean hands her infant to an old fisherman and the storm miraculously clears up". Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.
Every time I start a new skyrim load order I'm like surely I can make a different character and every time I'm like "orrr I could play Sritthi again!" I came up with him originally bc I wanted to play the Dark Brotherhood plotline without making a straight-up evil character, and then he stuck. Grew up on the docks of Windhelm, slit his abusive father's throat in the dead of night and hitched a ride with the Khajiit to warmer waters, went feral and lived like an alligator for several years in the Lake Geir to Lake Honrich watershed, got mauled by a bear and taken in by a hunter and her alchemist wife who slowly brought him back into society. Lives by hunter ethics: kill quickly and cleanly, minimize pain. Eventually took over the Dark Brotherhood to ensure that the best killers for hire would play by those rules.
Aster Mayfield | she/they | D&D 5e | minotaur paladin
Another long-running household game, this one set on an isolated space station that has been cut off from Earth for so long it has developed its own machine gods. Aster became a Weaver (magically-gifted station staff that solve Problems but also have the equivalent of magic radiation poisoning) after an accident that killed her sister when she was about 14. (This is also what turned her into a minotaur - you think normal puberty is hard? try going through the wrong puberty and growing way more facial hair than any 14 year old should have.) Big buff transbian butch, massive survivor's guilt and martyr complex, will protect you or die trying. Paladin of Magi, the eldritch station god of the warp engines.
Originally from a Fate homebrew set in a cyberpunk future of capitalist hellscape Seattle, Fen is a deadpan crustpunk android just trying to survive. Disassembled and thrown out after it "failed" to find the doomsday device it was supposed to scour the bottom of the ocean for, some dumpster-diving tinkerer reassembled it for fun and now it does what it can to help out.
apologies for posting overwatch fanart, all I can say is I woke up with an image of Zarya and Brigitte together and went “fuck!!! I don’t want to be in this fandom!”
apologies for posting overwatch fanart, all I can say is I woke up with an image of Zarya and Brigitte together and went “fuck!!! I don’t want to be in this fandom!”
apologies for posting overwatch fanart, all I can say is I woke up with an image of Zarya and Brigitte together and went “fuck!!! I don’t want to be in this fandom!”
apologies for posting overwatch fanart, all I can say is I woke up with an image of Zarya and Brigitte together and went “fuck!!! I don’t want to be in this fandom!”
apologies for posting overwatch fanart, all I can say is I woke up with an image of Zarya and Brigitte together and went “fuck!!! I don’t want to be in this fandom!”
Om let out a little breathy noise that wasn’t exactly a denial. His lips were the lacquered black of priceless wood—his skin rich with patterns of yellow and green and orange, his nose hooked. There was indeed quite a lot of tortoise still about him, almost scale-glittering in the sunlight. Brutha returned his attention to the path, satisfied.
“I like it,” he said, with finality.
- the Great God Om from Small Gods (Terry Pratchett), as described in this wonderful fic by @desdemonafiction
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